「 who 」 nila + open [ 0 / 4 ] 「 where 」 portum town square
it wasn’t a complete fix. nila had been staring at the statue since its unveiling , eyes tracing the twisting forms of the figures reaching toward one another — hands outstretched , caught between lifting and holding on. it was beautiful in a way that hurt. it didn’t fix what had happened. nothing really could. but it was something. a start. a promise carved into stone that people wouldn’t forget , not entirely. nila hoped they wouldn’t , anyway. memory had a way of fading when life grew easy again. when markets reopened , when laughter filled the streets , when the ache of loss became less convenient to remember. both the scent and form of someone familiar appeared in their peripheral , and nila felt their mood lift instantly. “hi , love ,” she called softly, breaking from her thoughts as she stepped forward , arms wrapping tightly around her friend. the embrace lingered , more out of need than habit. “you look great ,” they said , pulling back just enough to study the other’s face. “how are you doing … after everything ?”













